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I just adore this song, here it is the translatio...
It it raining fire on my way
It is raining fire on my way,
flames that have consumed me.
For my poor youth
nobody will shed a tear.
Life, life ends here!
My little oil lamp is burning down,
and the soul, the soul like a swallow,
is fleeing from my lips.
A bitter wave under my prow,
and my sails ripped.
No even a brother, my lad,
ever cared for you at all.
Life, life ends here!
My little oil lamp is burning down,
and the soul, the soul like a swallow,
is fleeing from my lips.
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